Ага, уже чувствуется. Дует, кружит листья.Наводит на мысли сварить глинтвейна и зажечь большую свечку в стеклянном фонаре. "So the season of the fall begins Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn By the fire when the sun goes down But the night becomes you And the secrets of the rain Forever autumn" Lake of Tears
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"So the season of the fall begins
Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn
By the fire when the sun goes down
But the night becomes you
And the secrets of the rain
Forever autumn" Lake of Tears